As I’m writing this, it’s noon here in Sweden and I’m having a glass of wine, having already downed three shots of vodka. There was no more vodka, or I would have had more of that instead of wine.
I should be at the library doing research for my thesis, but I decided to give myself a day off and have a little drink instead. I find myself doing that more and more lately. I’ve decided to ask your advice, as I know we have some sober alcoholics here (such as scott evil, one of my heroes for managing to simply kick the habit in the ass one day over a year ago), as well as some doctors and just allround bright people.
It all started when I was in Russia for six weeks. Before then, I drank maybe once a fortnight. Nothing costs anything in Russia by Swedish standards, so I and my roommate ended up going out almost every night, and having at least one beer and probably two and sometimes sharing a bottle of wine and sometimes having a bottle of wine each. Even when we spent the night at home, we usually drank something from the local store.
When I got home, I found that my alcohol tolerance was way up and suddenly I enjoyed drinks like whisky and vodka that I’d never liked before (even though I barely drank any whisky or vodka while in Russia).
A few weeks later, my girlfriend of three years left me. At that point I’d decided to take two weeks off from drinking as I was a bit worried, but this happened on the eleventh day or so and I just thought sod it. I drank a lot to keep myself from breaking apart, and it worked too.
At the same time, I was acutely aware of the fact that I do have some genetic disposition for alcoholism (please don’t ask specifics), so I looked up what the warning signs of alcoholism are. Hiding your booze and lying about how much you drink were two of them, so I immediately became extremely open about how much I drink. I don’t hide it, I don’t lie about it.
I also decided to have at least three completely alcohol-free days per week. Usually, it will be Sunday-Monday-Tuesday as I go to a pub quiz on Wednesdays and I’ll usually drink on weekends. Last week, I drank Tuesday for some reason I can’t recall and so tried to keep Thursday and Friday alcohol-free so I could drink on Saturday and Sunday, as I was going to a party on Saturday and was going to a cardgame tournament with friends Sunday and if we did badly we were probably going out for beer.
As it turned out, I drank Thursday and Friday and so had to decline the champagne and wine I was offered at the Saturday party, but I did decline it, and the beer Sunday, but I did decline it, even though going out for beer with friends is one of my favourite activities, and was long before I went to Russia.
So, while I do drink a lot, and while I do start drinking early in the day quite often, I don’t hide it, don’t lie about it, don’t feel shame about it, and I can stop myself drinking if necessary. At the same time, I’m sometimes amazed and frightened by how normal it seems to drink some vodka at ten in the morning.
I’m afraid I have a problem, but I don’t know for sure. And I’m really, really, really scared of developing full-blown alcoholism, because that would mean never drinking again, ever. And I really love drinking. Which in turn makes me even more scared, because maybe I shouldn’t love it quite this much.
Any thoughts, advice or experiences would be appreciated.